Immortality

When I study Poets
Who passed their hours
In passion, peace
And quiet thoughts-
Who spun their words
From sylvan towers
And sat at ease
In flowered courts.

Or in Amherst hurt
A single girl
Who pressed against
Her windowpanes-
While a thousand
Hours alone unfurled
Her arm commenced
To pen the rains.

I'm juxtaposed
By vanished stars
Who scribbled into a
Scrolling sky-
Their elegant prose
And anguished scars
Speak forever; they
Can never die.